8 comments/ 76195 views/ 83 favorites Daddy's Hypnosis Help By: NaughtyVisions My daughter, Jane, is a really good girl. She wears sweaters over her shirts, slips under her dresses. She's modest. She doesn't flirt and she doesn't date. My good girl. My wife always taught her the right way: how to be pure, how to be chaste. She always listens. She's always obedient. She lives her life as straight as an arrow. A few years after my wife died, Janey decided she wanted to become a nun. It was almost as if she were meant for that life from the very beginning. So, by the time she was eighteen, she'd already picked out a convent. She's already started volunteering there and training for the life. But she was upset, I could tell. "What's the matter?" I asked her, driving back home from the convent. Her straight, dark hair had gotten away from her headband and was hanging in her face. She didn't answer. "Baby, please tell me." This wasn't like her. She was always up front. Always honest. I stopped at a light and she lifted her face so she could watch me with her light-green eyes. "I've been having bad thoughts." Something about the way she said that made my dick twitch. I shook my head. "Well, honey, everyone has bad thoughts. It's about how you react to those thoughts. Do you entertain them? Do you cast them aside?" As I pulled the car through the intersection, she said, "I keep them. I don't dwell on them, but it's like, I keep them for later. Like I'm storing them up." I swallowed. "What kind of thoughts?" She took a deep breath and sighed it out. "Sometimes I think about... killing people." I wanted to laugh, but managed to hold it in. "Everyone has violent thoughts. People can annoy us to near insanity. You don't plan on actually doing it, right?" She bit her plump, pink, bottom lip. "There's this one nun, Sister Agatha. She always acts like I'm disgusting. A horrible, slutty sinner. No matter what! I've never even done anything to her, daddy!" "Some people are just assholes, Janey." "Dad!" she scolded. "You can't say that about a nun!" "Sorry. But she doesn't sound very nice." "No. I've thought about strangling her skinny neck before. But the horrible part was, I liked the thought of doing it." She dropped her head again, the long, dark strands hiding her eyes again. "I didn't even pray for forgiveness, daddy." "I see. Well, you can't beat yourself up about it, baby. When we feel mistreated, feelings of resentment grow until we can't think of anything but offing them. It's natural." "I can't stand it." Her words stayed with me until we got home. Jane dropped her bag by the door and headed to her room. I dropped onto the couch and flipped through tv channels for a while. That was the first time I thought that maybe my girl shouldn't be a nun. I didn't want her stuck behind walls with people who made her feel terrible about herself. Later, Jane came down, still in her long skirt, her buttoned up shirt and vest. She dressed modestly always. She held a couple print-outs and sat beside me. I muted the tv. "Dad. I want you to help me, okay?" I nodded. "I'll do what I can." "I want you to hypnotize me." She said, handing me the print-outs. They were detailed instructions on how to hypnotize someone. "Seriously? I really don't think that this is the answer." "I can't confess this to the priest, daddy, I just can't! What if he makes me stop training? My life would be over!" That was dramatic, and I knew she was terribly upset because she was never dramatic. "It probably won't even work," I told her. "Try? Please?" "What do I do, once you're hypnotized?" "Tell me not to have evil thoughts anymore." I swallowed, hard. I guessed it wasn't such a bad imperative. "I'll try, I guess." She sighed with relief and I knew I was doing the right thing, if only to calm her down. If it didn't work, I might just suggest a different career path for her. I read through the instructions and then went through the steps. I had her lie down on the couch, propped on a pillow, while I knelt beside it. I spoke the words in a quiet, soothing voice. I went through all the words twice, because it didn't seem to be working. "Janey?" "Yes," she hummed quietly. Did it work? "Janey, I want you to tell me about all your bad thoughts. The ones you haven't confessed to the priest. We need to get them out of you so you won't dwell on them anymore." "I've thought about killing Sister Agatha," she said in that droning voice. "Her thin neck would snap easily." I swallowed. That was a creepy thing to come out of my daughter's mouth. But now, I know she's hypnotized. "I've thought about poisoning her smelly tea. I've wanted to watch her face turn purple and bloated with poison." Jesus. "I hate her. I hate her. I—" "Janey," I say trying to keep sounding soothing. "I want you to forgive Sister Agatha for her sins. She needs help. I want you to brush off the mean things she does to you. But if she doesn't stop, or she gets worse, I want you to tell me." "Yes." "Very good. Now—" "I've thought about doing bad things to the priest." I swallow, feeling even more scared now. "The priest, too?" "When I'm in the confessional, if I look just right, I can see his dark hair and his blue eyes. I can see his strong hands. His soft mouth." Oh. All the fear in my body changes, directs a current between my legs. She squirms a bit on the couch, seeming uncomfortable. "I think about opening the window and sliding through that small opening to his side. I think about his hands on my waist. I want him to touch me. I want him to get me out of my clothes." Her hand scrabbles clumsily at the highest button on her shirt. Dear God. My cock is full of blood. I want to end this, but she needs to get it out so she won't think these things anymore. "I want those soft, holy lips on my breasts. I want his strong fingers running up my legs and pulling down my panties. I want him to show me what's in his pants. I've seen the bulge. I know it's huge, but I want to see it." My cock strains against my pants at her fantasy, at her droning voice, at this revelation. At the way her hands rip open the buttons of her shirt and the large ones on her vest. At the way her hips squirm. "I want to feel it. I want him to force me. I want him to apologize. I want him to beg. I want him to say, 'Jane, please let me inside. Jane I'm sorry but I have to have you." Her voice is getting louder. "I want him to say, 'Oh, Jane, let me fuck you!' and then I want him to do it. I want the priest's fat cock ramming into me, ramming me against the confessional wall! I want him helpless! I want him unable to stop!" But she's always been so good! She's never even shown signs of lustful thoughts before! Her squirming is getting out of control, her hands yank at her long skirt, trying to get it up over her knees. "I want him to fuck me!" she shrieks. "I want him to make me cum!" Her hands pull and twist the navy-blue material of her skirt and I watch, stupefied as inch after inch of her creamy thighs is revealed to me. I've never seen anything above her knee or below her neck. Her mother made sure of that, and I was happy with it. But this... "I want Father Matthews to jam me with his dick!" She finally gets her skirt up high enough for me to see her white, cotton panties. I swallow hard. I'm breathing hard. I can't move, can't look away. Her delicate fingers move to wrestle with her panties and a whine drags out of me as I get a glimpse of her young puffy lips. The panties slide back and forth, dragging against her swollen nub. "Oh, God..." I utter. Juices spread on her pussy, on her clit, soak her panties. She leaves one hand jerking her panties over her clit and the other slides up to undo the few remaining buttons of her shirt. I can see the edge of her white cotton bra under there. I've never even seen this. I shouldn't be seeing this! I should stop this! I really should, but I just don't want to anymore. I want to see. I have to see. She's going to cum soon and she'll stop. I won't see. I won't see what's under her shirt. I'll never get to see. "Stop," I croak. Her hands still. Her chest rises and falls. Her eyes remain closed. My mouth is dry. "Janey, I want you to take off your vest." I just want to see, that's all. Her hands struggle with the thick material. She arches her back and wriggles out of it. Only one button holds her white, button-up shirt closed over her bra. The shirt lies open across her stomach. Her navel is just above her bunched up skirt. "Janey, I want you to take off your shirt," I murmur. There's no expression on her face, no wrinkled brow, nothing to indicate distress. Thin fingers slide across fabric to the last button as I wait, my cock swelling with anticipation. I lean forward, breath ragged. The button slips, the shirt parts, her back arches, her round, full breasts straining against the cotton of her bra. Hard, fat nipples are visible through the material, surprising me with their darkness. A moan jerks out of me. My mouth waters. My hands reach. But I can't touch. I can't. I... just want to look. "Janey. Take off your bra." Again, no reaction on her face. Her back arches once more, thrusting cotton-covered, luscious breasts toward my face. Her hands slip behind her back. The bra slackens. She pulls it away. "Oh, God," I groan, as her breasts bounce before me—round, perfect, unbelievable breasts. Her creamy, white skin, her hard, dark nipples, the full swell of flesh. They make me wild, insane. Until now, I've resisted, but my hand unzips my pants, wrestles out my huge, leaking dick. I know it's never been this big or hard. I let it rest against the front of the sofa, only a foot from my daughter's half-naked body. I let myself thrust against the sofa, just a little. Just a little. "Janey," I murmur. Oh God. "I want you to take off your panties." Without hesitation, her hips lift, her thumbs drag down her thighs taking the white scrap away. Her little, wet pussy! I thrust painfully against the couch, while I lean forward. I just want to see! But I smell her juices, too. A sweet and tangy smell. I let my dick slip between two couch cushions, right under my daughter's bare waist. So close to touching her. If I just stop holding my dick down, my cockhead will touch her back. Nothing has ever sounded better to me. I struggle with myself, moaning at the friction of the cushions. I lose. The tip of my cock meets the soft skin of her back. I rub there, leaving a little glob of precum, moaning at the glorious feeling. "Janey," I moan. "I want to touch you." I want to cry with the need. Still with no movement on her face, still with her eyes closed, she arches her back, bringing her breasts so close to my mouth. My mouth opens and my head lowers. My tongue slides across one firm mound, my mouth closes around the swollen nub. "Mmm," I moan, thrusting against her back. Her breathing speeds again. My hands finally crawl up her soft stomach. I lift my head so they can cup both breasts. I squeeze so hard it will probably bruise. "Janey," I whisper. "I want to. I'm going to." I pull my dick out of the couch and stand above her. I could stop this now. I could go upstairs and jerk off. I can still stop. My baby's legs spread, her head turns, her mouth opens. "I want Father Michaels to ram cock into me so far it comes out of my mouth!" I fall on her, wedging myself between her legs shoving my pants down farther so I can get at her. My hands pull up her hips, pull them toward me. The wet crease of her pussy slides across my cockhead. "Guh!" I could just cum here. Rub around in this slick mess until I blow all over her soft pussy lips. I push between her lips, slide, probe her opening, work it open. The top of my skull feels fuzzy, like I might pass out from this pleasure. "Father," she moans. "Say daddy," I grunt. "Daddy," she drones. "Shout it." "Daddy!" I slam into her, my baby's hot wet walls squeezing down on me. I work in and in, feeling the bottom, trying to get even deeper, even if I have to rip into her cervix. Jane's hair has come out of her headband again. It covers her face as she moves her head back and forth. I want her to see. I want her to see me inside her. Even if she won't remember. "Janey. Open your eyes." Her lids open as I work into her. Her light-green eyes are hazed over as they watch me. "Yes," I hiss. "Yes. Oh God, yes." This build seems to never stop. I've never felt so fucking good! Never needed to get so deep! "I'm gonna cum in you, Janey!" Her hazy eyes watch me and every single thrust makes me moan excitedly. And suddenly, I'm cumming! And it feels so goddamn good, I can't stand it. I spurt into my baby, crying out. I shudder and grunt as the last few drops squeeze out of me. "Yes." I fall on her, slather her breasts with my saliva. I've lost my mind, I know. I don't want to pull out. I want her to stay under me on this couch. I never want anyone else to see her ever again. She's mine and no one else can have her, not even God. I pull out so slowly. I rise above her. "You'll never fantasize about the priest again." "Yes," she drones. I take a deep breath. "Whenever you get horny, you'll think of me." "Yes." "Whenever you get horny, you'll fantasize about your daddy." "Yes." My breath quickens, my dick twitches. "Whenever you have bad thoughts, you'll ask me to hypnotize you again." "Yes." "Now, you're going to go upstairs, take a shower and get dressed. When you're done getting dressed, you'll wake up, remembering nothing that happened here on this couch. You won't feel any pain from this. You will still feel very good about me. Happy about me. Loving toward me." "Yes." She gets up off the couch, her pert breasts bouncing, and her skirt falls back into place. I pick up her remaining clothes and follow her to the bathroom. She starts the shower and drops the skirt. I grab it and take it down with the rest to the laundry room. I start a load of whites and toss in her panties, shirt and bra. I check the couch, which only has a few greasy cum spots. A few specks of blood. I get the cleaner and remove the stains, then I flip the cushions. I sit on the couch and flip channels. After a while, Jane comes down in modest dress: shirt, sweater, skirt. Her hair has been blow dried. Her eyes are clear. "Hi daddy," she says warmly. "Hey baby," I reply. She sits next to me and leans on my arm. "I just really wanted to hang out with you." "Sounds good to me." I flip channels for a bit longer. "Ooh," she says. "Go back. I love Channing Tatum." I chuckle. "You love him, huh?" We watch the buff guy for a while, then Jane turns to me. Her pupils are large, her lips parted. I smile at her. Her cheeks redden and she turns back to the movie. Daddy's Hypnosis Help Pt. 02 My daughter, Jane, is a very good girl. She's training to be a nun. She's still innocent because she doesn't know what I did to her while she was hypnotized. But I know. I can't get the thought out of my head. Every night since, I've jerked my aching cock, fantasizing about her light-green, hazed over eyes. I remember how tight she was. How shallow. How I wanted to force in deeper, no matter what. I remember the taste of her skin. I remember the smell of her plump, wet pussy. I'll never forget. My daughter is never far from my mind. It's been four days. I know the hypnosis is working. Every time we're watching tv and two people kiss, she sneaks a glance at me, so I know she's horny. And since I hypnotized her to fantasize about me when she's horny, I know that's what she's doing. But what exactly is she thinking? Is she imagining seeing my dick, like she did with her priest? Is she thinking about me forcing her? Slamming her into the wall? Begging like a worm for her pussy? What? What is she thinking about me? Does she want me to apologize while I rub my wet cockhead all over her? Does she want me to say, "Sorry, baby, but I just can't stop!"? No, it can't be that dirty yet. If her fantasies of me were anything but innocent, she'd have already come to me to be hypnotized again. I planted that suggestion in her head as well. So, it tortures me. What fantasy could she have of me that doesn't trigger an urge to have the bad thoughts erased from her mind? Well, I never said that her fantasy had to be sexual. But still, she's thinking of me when she's horny. Maybe she just imagines me hugging her. Hugging her tight and long. And maybe she lets herself imagine that I'm hard and digging into her stomach while we hug. Maybe she thinks about sitting in my lap. Squirming ever so slightly, teasing me with her soft ass through her long, modest skirt. Or maybe she thinks about crawling into bed with me. Snuggling up close to me while I sleep. Taking one firm squeeze at the front of my pants to feel what I'm packing. Thinking of the possibilities has taken a permanent place at the front of my mind. She'll never actually make a move. She's a good girl. But the more she thinks about it, the more she'll be compelled to be hypnotized again, and when she does... She'll tell me everything. "Daddy?" Jane murmurs to me, over our lunch of ham sandwiches. I lift my eyes to hers. "Yes, baby?" She swallows and looks back down to her plate. Her dark hair swings into her face. "Oh, nevermind." "You know that if you have something on your mind, you can always tell me." She looks up again, biting her lip. "Maybe not this, daddy." My mouth is suddenly dry, my cock tingling. "Even this, Jane," I say, a little thicker than I meant to. Her breath is coming faster now. "I've been having bad thoughts again." "Mmm hmm?" Oh God, this is it. I bite away at the skin of my lip, watching my plate so I won't seem eager. "I mean, I really like the results from the last time you hypnotized me. I haven't had any more bad thoughts about Sister Agatha. And other bad thoughts have stopped as well." She means her fantasies of having Father Michaels fuck her to death. "That's good," I tell her. My dick is getting hard. I squirm in my chair a bit. "Glad I could help." I glance at her. Her teeth pull her plump bottom lip into a punishing bite. "Yeah. Those have gone away. But I thought it would work on all bad thoughts." Her eyes drop to her plate again. Mine drop to her crisp, white, collared shirt. Her dark-blue sweater. I tilt my head to see her long, tan skirt. Modest. And that's good. No one else will see her. "I only hypnotized you to stop the thoughts that were bothering you, not any bad thought you might have. Some thoughts are natural, Janey." "Oh." "So tell me about these thoughts." My sandwich, half-eaten, has no appeal. All I want is for her to admit she's been thinking naughty thoughts about me. She looks scared. "I can't tell you, daddy. You'll hate me." "That could never happen. No matter what sin you've committed. I could forgive you for anything, baby." "You'll think I'm sick," she whispers. "Tell me," I demand. Her eyes go wide and I realize I've made a mistake. Fuck. "Um, never mind," she murmurs. She leaves her sandwich and heads up to her room. Fuck! I got too eager. I get up and clean up the mess from lunch. What am I doing? I know I'm being an asshole to my baby. The last thing I want to do is push her away. I fill the dishwasher and decide to go up and apologize. I don't want to see that hurt look on her face again. As I approach her door, I hear an odd noise. It sounds like Jane talking to herself. "No. No. God, no." Curious, I quietly lean forward, pressing my ear to the wood. "No, I can't," she moans. "I can't do it." I swallow and slowly crouch, lining my eye up to her key hole. "Oh!" she gasps. And then I see her fingers sliding over her bare pussy. All I can see is that pussy and wet fingers gliding inexpertly in and out of the folds. "Mmm," she moans. "Oh shit, that feels good." So this means she's horny. So this means she has to be thinking of me. She has to be thinking about me while she touches herself. I almost lose my balance. Jesus. I can't fuck this up. I quietly plant both hands on the walls on either side of her door. Then I look back through the key hole. Her fingers move frantically now. "Oh!" she gasps with surprise. "Oh, God... so gooood," she moans. The sound of her so close to making herself cum makes my cock rise, gently nudging her door. I want to rub myself so bad right now, but I can't. I need my hands for balance so I can see through the key hole. See my little baby thinking of me and getting off. "Ooh, yes. Please!" she squeals. "Please, daddy!" At hearing her squeal my name, I have to lean back, have to pull my cock out, have to stroke myself. I jerk with my cock aimed at her door, hearing her moan my name. "Oh, daddy, yes! Yes," she hisses. She's about to cum. She's about to cum, thinking about me. I want to be inside her. I want her to cum around my cock. I want to give her every single inch until she loses her fucking mind like I've lost mine. I turn and lean up against the wall, listening to her moan, jerking off frantically. "Oh. Oh, God, it's happening. Oh God!" she shrieks. I cum, listening to her cum. I spray the white, hallway carpet with my seed, listening to her whimper and thrash. I hold back my own moans and grunts. She can't hear me out here! I try to calm my ragged breathing and I swipe up as much cum as I can with my hand. I crawl as silently as possible across the hall to my open door. Inside my room, I quietly inch the door closed. I ever so slowly turn the handle, close the door, release the handle. I grab tissues from my night stand and rub my hands clean. She would hear me if turn on the water in my bathroom, so this will have to do. I crawl into bed, quietly. I get under the covers. I go silent and still. I wait. I hear Jane open her door. I hear her go down the stairs. "Dad?" I hear her call. I don't make a sound. I'm just going to act like I'm sleeping. She can never suspect me. I hear her come back upstairs. "Dad?" she calls softly at my door. I don't move a muscle. I hear my knob turn, my door creak open. "Daddy." I grunt, acting like she's waking me up. I feel the bed move, know she's crawling toward me. She grabs my arm, gently shakes me. "Daddy, wake up." "Hmm?" "I'm sorry about before. I just can't tell you. Can you please help me again? Can you hypnotize me without knowing what bad thoughts I'm having?" "Why don't you just go to confession?" I murmur. She sighs, stays silent for a moment. "I couldn't. Not with this. I can't tell anyone." I sit up slowly. I pad to my dresser. I open the top drawer and pull out the folded pages with directions for hypnotism. "We can do it in here," I tell her. "Grab a pillow. Get comfortable." She smiles at me. "Thank you, dad." She has no idea what I'm going to do to her. She fluffs up the pillow. Gets comfortable. I sit beside her on the bed. I say the words from the page. I say them twice, just like before. I have to make sure she goes under. Her breathing is even and calm. "Janey?" "Yes." Her voice has that droning quality like before which means she's hypnotized. My cock jumps. I stroke myself through my pants. Yes, it's almost time. I won't hold back this time. "Janey, I want you to tell me about the bad thoughts you've been having." Her sweet little brow wrinkles. Maybe I made a mistake by jumping right into the heavy stuff. But she speaks. "I've been having thoughts about daddy." Fuck. Oh, yes. "I think about him having accidents." "Accidents?" Is she thinking about me getting hurt? "Yes. I think about him falling on top of me. He accidentally falls on me and crushes me to the floor. My skirt is somehow up and his pants are somehow open and his penis accidentally touches my pussy." I try to keep my breathing even. "I think about him accidentally walking in on me when I'm changing. I think about his eyes on my breasts. I think about them sliding down to my pussy. He doesn't look on purpose, he just has to." Like the last time, she starts to wiggle. The thoughts are getting her worked up. "I think about being in his bed while he sleeps. I think about him dreaming of mom. I think of him dreaming of her and moving in his sleep. He pulls me close. He rubs against me. His cock slips out of his pajamas and rubs against me. My nightgown moves out of the way and his cock gets me right in the pussy. His cock gets in me. Feels so good." Her hands twitch over her skirt, rubbing herself through the material. "Is that your favorite fantasy?" I ask. "No." "What is?" "I look different. I'm not me. Daddy sees a stranger. He doesn't know it's me and he wants me. He wants to fuck me. He wants to put his cock in my pussy. He wants to touch my titties." "And does he?" "Yes! He doesn't know it's me. He bends me over, lifts my skirt, pushes my panties aside." I lick my lips. My cock is throbbing in my pants. "Does he rape you?" Her little hands rub furiously over her covered pussy. "No! I want him there. I want him inside. I want his cock! I want daddy's cock! Daddy doesn't know it's me and he's fucking me!" Yes. I drop my pants and boxers. "You can have it, Janey. Take daddy's cock inside you." Her little body arches. Her skirt goes up, her panties are pushed down. "Open your eyes," I tell her. They open and I see that hazed-over green that makes me crazy. She sees my bare cock, gets on her hands and knees, backs up toward me, still mostly clothed. She wants to be taken from behind like in her favorite fantasy. The material of her skirt drapes over my dick and tickles my balls as she wiggles her ass. I grab her hips. I can have her. I can have her like this and she wants it. I can have her whenever I fucking want. I suddenly want to go very slow, despite the thrusting of my hips, the rubbing of my dick through fabric, knowing that her pussy is waiting for me, just under this skirt. I reach around to her belly. I push up the bottom of her shirt and sweater. Up and up until my hands meet her bra-covered tits. My daughter is a good girl and I'm making her do something bad. Something wrong. My fingers push up the bra and her firm little titties slide into my hands. God, she is so fucking perfect. And I can do whatever I want with her because she's mine. Whatever I want. With one hand I finally lift her skirt. "Oh," I murmur in awe. Her ass is so soft and smooth. I pull on one cheek, revealing her tiny little asshole. "Oh, Janey." I remove my other hand from her breast to grab my dick. I rub the head in her sopping folds. "Oh, Janey," I moan again. "My little girl." Her little asshole, her wet pussy. Her mind's not really here. My cockhead finds her entrance. I lick my lips, panting. "Janey. Oh, God, Janey." I push inside, just a little. It's so tight from behind. I grab her little hips, work her back onto me. I could cum any second in this tight hole. "Daddy's fucking you, baby." I hit bottom and pull all the way back out. I force my way in again. "Talk dirty," I command my hypnotized daughter. My hands slide up to her smooth, bare waist and squeeze her soft flesh. "Uh." "I want daddy's cum to fill me up," she drones. "I want to be full of cock and cum." "Yes." I fuck her, listening raptly to her words. "I want daddy to put a baby in me. I want him to fuck me pregnant." "Janey, I want you to cum!" An odd sound erupts from her throat, a stuttering cry, and I feel her pussy spasm around me. "Oh, God!" I spurt in her, pulling her roughly toward me, digging my fingers into her skin. "Oh, yes, Janey." I squeeze her against me, wringing every last drop into her. "Baby girl. Uh." I drag my dick out of her. I bend down to watch my cum leak out of her pussy. "Yes." That's the second time I've unloaded my sperm into my baby's belly. She might get her wish that I impregnate her. Shuddering at the thought of how sick my mind is, I push her over onto her back. Her glazed eyes stare blankly. Her tits peek out from under her bunched up shirts and bra, squeezed down by the material into distorted ovals. I have to feel them. My hands squeeze the already squashed mounds. I want to put my cock on them. Her lips are glistening wet and I think of what it would be like to rub my cock there, too. She's mine. She can be mine any time. "Janey, whenever I say, 'Jane is a good girl,' you will fall into a trance," I tell her, mashing her tits roughly. "Yes," she drones. "Janey, I want you to go take a shower and wash all this cum off of you. I want you to get dressed and when no evidence of me fucking you is left, I want you to wake up knowing that daddy tried. He tried to hypnotize you, but the feelings are just too strong, Janey. You will remember none of what happened in this bed. You will have nothing but good feelings for daddy. Love, fondness and comfort. The next time you're horny you will believe that no one can make you cum but daddy. You'll have to find a way to make daddy fuck you, Janey." She slips off the bed and I grab her panties and follow her to the bathroom. I collect her clothes as she strips and watch for a while as her young body slips into the hot stream of water. I take her things down and start a load of laundry. I close the washer and lean against it, letting the cool metal soothe my hot cheek. I'm ruining my daughter. I'm really fucking her up. She'll never be a nun after this. She'll never have a normal relationship. But that's alright. That just means she'll be mine and only mine. And all I can really care about is thinking of ways to use her body. She comes down later, clean and dry, into my study. She smiles happily at me from the doorway. "Are you busy, daddy?" "Not too busy. Just organizing some things." She comes in and behind my desk, where I'm sitting. She wraps her arms around my shoulders. "I love you, daddy." "Love you, too, baby." I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her hips against my side. Her eyes go wide for a moment, but I keep my expression passive. "Feeling better?" I ask. "Well, kinda." "Oh?" Her dark hair swings into her face. "I've got some things to work out still." "Hmm." I have the strongest urge to just pull her into my lap and make her straddle me, make her know that she's mine. Reveal everything. Reveal that the only thoughts I have lately are of fucking her. Of forcing her while she's awake, roughly claiming her body so she knows she's mine and only mine! Would it shock her? Arouse her? Make her little pussy drenched? My teeth grind as I try to reclaim my mind. No, she's a good girl. She'd be horrified. She'd hate me. I can never tell her what I've done. "Can we watch a movie together tonight?" She asks. "Absolutely." Maybe I'll pick something with a sex scene so she'll have to think about me. Or maybe I'll put her in another trance. Make her squash her titties down again and rub my dick on them. I'll do whatever I want. She belongs to me. Daddy's Hypnosis Help Pt. 03 Warning: This series is getting very dark. If you don't want to read anything disturbing, turn back now. ***** My daughter, Jane, is a good girl. She always has been. But I've put bad thoughts in her head. Thoughts about me. She can't help but fantasize about me. I've made sure of it. Whenever she's turned on, she's tortured by the thought that only I can satisfy her. It will fill her mind until she's forced to make a move. I've already felt her tight, little pussy around me. Twice. But she doesn't know because she was hypnotized. So her fantasies of me will torture her until she has to try and seduce me. I can practically see her making plans. I catch her staring at me. I catch her blushing. Sometimes she clings to my arm, squirming so my knuckles brush between her legs. Lately, when we're watching television, she rests her head on my lap. I've resisted responding to her clumsy attempts at seduction. But I've given in to her in other instances. I've been obsessed with the sight of my daughter's tiny, cute asshole. I can't stop thinking about getting my dick wet in her pussy and then forcing into her ass between those soft, smooth cheeks. She's mine, so I can have her ass if I want. While she's been entertaining thoughts of my dick accidentally touching her pussy, I've been planning ways to fuck her. I've been chopping up fruits for snacks to share with her. I watch her lips become wet with juice. Watch her lick it from her fingers. I imagine my cockhead there at her wet lips, rubbing, but not forcing entry. It's her lips that call to me now. I haven't gotten to her tongue or throat. Just those soft, plump lips. I want them. I want them wet with my saliva, wet with my cum. I haven't even kissed her yet. Her lips have seemed sacred to me. I listen to my daughter taking a shower and ask myself what's next: ass or lips? I'm taking it slow. I want to devote myself to one liberty at a time. One defilement at a time. It's worth the care. The time and the planning make it an obsession and it turns out that's what I like. I'm obsessed with her, her body, her holes, making her mind as depraved as mine. She'll never be a nun like she wants. She'll worship me instead. I wait outside the bathroom door, listening to the shifting sounds of water hitting her skin or the shower floor. I listen to the water being shut off, the sound of her toweling herself. I don't need to see. I can imagine it all. I hear her sliding on her clothes, imagine every piece of clothing covering up her pale, luscious skin. I know the taste of her, the feeling of her. But she doesn't know I've been inside her. She's still pure of mind, even if her body's been taken by me. I shudder, thinking of being inside her again. She doesn't know that she's getting all clean for me. I hear her blow dryer come on. Where will I take her? Should I just barge into the bathroom, say the words to send her into a trance and tell her to get on her knees? Make her bare her breasts and cum between her soft lips, let it spill onto her titties, onto the body only I have seen. The body only I will ever see. I know that it's wrong. I like that it's wrong. I've given in to the depravity of slowly ruining my daughter. I hear the blow dryer turn off and I slide against the wall beside the bathroom door. The door opens. "Jane is a good girl," I say, the words coming out rough and thick. I wait, wondering if she's there in a trance. I lean forward and peer into the crack in the door. I see my daughter fresh from her shower. Her skin glows, her body emits the coconut scent of her soap. Her light-green eyes are glazed and empty. "Janey," I murmur, thrilling at the thought of having her again. "I want you to go down to my office." Without a twitch or blink she moves toward the stairs. I can determine her soft arms through her cream-colored shirt under a dark-green vest. I lick my drooling mouth at the sight of her round ass swaying under her long, green skirt. I follow her closely down the stairs, picking out her features, her small waist, her long, dark hair, her creamy ankles, knowing that they all belong to me. The walk to my study is slow. My pants are chafing my thick erection. This is all worth it. Every single second of wait and agony are worth what I own, what I've taken. I roll my shoulders and stretch my neck, smiling at my daughter's back as she pushes open the door to my study. She halts in the open door. "Janey, I want you to move to my desk." "Yes," she drones. She moves and stops by the front of my desk. I move stacks of papers from the surface and then watch my daughter standing there, her body still, her eyes empty. "Janey, I want you to take off your panties." "Yes." The white cotton panties drop to the floor. She lifts her bare feet one after the other and the bit of fabric lands behind her. I walk behind her. I drop my pants and boxers and kick them aside. My cock points to her, points at my daughter's ass like this whole thing was its idea. "Janey. Lift your skirt around your waist and bend over the desk." The green fabric rises over her calves, then her thighs. I run my hand down my shaft as I watch her little pert ass inch into view. "Yes," I murmur. I let my jaw hang slack as she bends over the desk. Her ass rises. I step forward and reach out to touch her supple flesh. Her ass is warm, smooth and clean. "Spread your legs." Her legs spread apart. Heat flows from between them and I feel it on my dick and balls. I think I've waited long enough. I step even closer, grab my cock and use the head to search for her pussy. I bend over her and sigh with pleasure when I feel my cockhead spread her folds and find her pussy nice and wet. "God, Janey, baby." I'm about to be in her again. "Yes, baby." I'm just at the mouth of her pussy to get wet, I have to remind myself. It feels so good here. But I don't want to wait to know what it's like anymore. Her saintly mother certainly never let me near her asshole. I poke at her pussy, letting her juices smear over my tip and partway down my shaft. "Yes, Janey," I moan. I pull back quickly. Jesus. I almost came right at her cunt's little lips. Breathing heavily, I slowly spread her ass cheeks, revealing that tiny, forbidden hole. "Oh, God, Janey. Thank you. Thank you." I hold her cheeks open with my hands and clumsily poke at her anus with my wet tip. "Baby, I'm about to get in your ass," I moan from deep in my belly. I jab at her, holding her ass apart with both hands. Her pussy juices smear across that tiny hole as I frantically thrust my meat around it. Then, I make a good thrust and I feel my tip pushing against her asshole. All my focus is on this. It's too tight! But I don't stop. I can't. The muscle gives way a bit and my whole tip is in her ass. I can't believe the way it looks with my big cock pushing and stretching into Jane's tiny, soft ass. "Oh, yesss," I whine. "Oh, God, Jane, you're a good girl. Such a good girl." "Uh?" I hear. And my daughter's arms begin to flail, pushing clumsily against the desk. "What's happening?" What the fuck is happening? Her head jerks around and her eyes, clear and large, meet mine. "Daddy?" she cries, shocked. "What are you doing to me?" My breath saws in and out of me, my tongue tries to wet my dry mouth. She's awake. My cock's in her ass and she's awake. I force her back down onto the desk. "Daddy!" she shrieks frantically, terrified. "Daddy!" I work my cock farther into her and I hear her moan with pain. "Shh," I hiss. My cock is in all the way, my balls are snug up against her wet pussy. "Oh, God, Janey. Your ass feels so good." "No," she moans. "Please, no." "Yes," I counter harshly. "You're mine, Janey. You're mine to fuck." I rock back and slam into her, this time feeling the slap of my balls against her pussy lips. "My little fucking slutty baby," I utter. I know I'm crazy, know I'm awful. But I can't stop now. She pushes her hands against the desk, but she's too small, too weak to fight against me. "Shh," I hiss again. I lean down against her making little pumps in and out. I hold her down with one arm, reach up under her shirt with the other. Her ass and pussy make little squishing sounds as I fuck her. My strong hand runs up her stomach, to her bra, and I shove it up, pulling her titty with my fingers into my palm. "No," she sobs. "This isn't you. This isn't you." "It is," I grunt, fucking her faster now, my hand twitches and squeezes at her titty, mashing it roughly. "I know you want it. The way you've been teasing me lately." I shudder, almost cumming. I fight it. I want this to last. "No!" "Oh, yes," I begin to move again, forcing my fat cock deep into Janey's tiny ass. "I know that you think about crawling into bed with me. Getting me to accidentally fuck you." She gasps. "Yes, baby. I know what kind of nasty," slam, "twisted," slam "fantasies you have about your own father." A pitiful moan ekes out of her throat and I pull her back from the desk so I can reach around and force two fingers into her pussy. "Noo Daddy!" she wails. "Please." Her pussy is soaked. Believing she won't go anywhere now, I pull my other hand down to her swollen clit, pulling on it roughly. She moans without words. She won't protest anymore. "You're going to cum, Janey." She rolls her head against the desk as I continue to sodomize her and play with her pussy. "No," she tries faintly. "Yes, baby. You're going to cum with my fat cock in your ass." Soon her little body is moving with me instead of against me. Her clit, wet with her own juice is being ground against my fingers. "That's right baby," I moan. "Oh yes. Cum for daddy. Cum baby. Cum while I'm in your ass, baby!" I'm losing it. "Gah!" my daughter screams in anguish. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and gushes with cream. "Yes," I moan, so low, so gutterally. And then I cum, hard, bucking recklessly into her ass, forcing her to bash into the desk. "Janey, yes, baby," I utter. Barely able to breath, I collapse on top of her. I hear her crying quietly under me. "Mmm," I murmur and slowly slide out of her. "Mmm." She doesn't move except for sobbing as I stand over her, looking down at her bare ass, skirt around her waist, thighs dripping with cunt juices. "Janey is a good girl." Her eyes haze over. Her crying stops. My breath is pumping in and out, matching the cadence of my madness. "Janey. You're going to forget what happened here in my office today." "Yes," she drones, calm as could be. I begin to get dressed. "You're going to go upstairs and wash off every trace of being fucked by me. You won't feel any pain from what I did to you. You'll get dressed and wake up, feeling happy and content. Your feelings toward me won't change. You will think of me with love and comfort," my voice drops low on its own, "and that occasional fantasy of me accidentally putting my dick in you. You still want that." "Yes." I follow her and clean up after her as before. That was incredibly satisfying. It felt much better when she was awake. Tonight, I'll take my baby to dinner. I'll shave. Dress up real nice. Let her imagination roam about the ways she might find herself being fucked by me. But I know now that her fantasies won't include waking up to being fucked in the ass. No. But I liked it. Maybe I'll do that again later tonight. She'll never know. What made her wake up, though? Was it that I called her a good girl again? Or was a fat cock getting crammed into her asshole jarring enough to knock her out of the trance? Jane comes down, bright and smiling as usual. "Hi, daddy." "Hey, honey. Let's go out for dinner tonight." "Okay!" she agrees eagerly. I smile proudly at her. My baby's such a good girl. Daddy's Hypnosis Help Pt. 04 Thank you, everyone, for your comments and feedback for this series. This will likely be the last part to this story. ***** My daughter, Jane, is a good girl. My dick feels so good inside her. It's all I can think about, really. When I look into her innocent, green eyes, I think about fucking her. When I look at her soft, young lips, I think about cumming in her. When I look at her conservative, modest outfits, I think about defiling her. Such a good girl. I've become a bit sloppy lately. At lunch yesterday, she caught me staring at her tits in her white sweater. What did she think of me then? Last night, I didn't bother putting Janey into a trance when I crept into her dark room. I stood over her sleeping form. I listened to her breathe deeply. I touched her soft lips with my finger tip. I dipped my finger gently between them, feeling moisture. If she woke up, I could just hypnotize her to forget. My breath became louder, my heart raced. My free hand undid my fly and pulled out my fat cock, my accomplice. "Yes," I whispered. Last night, I finally put my cock on Janey's mouth. I retrieved my finger from her mouth and licked it, licked off my daughter's saliva and replaced it with my own. I rubbed my spit softly over her lips. They looked slick now. They felt so soft. I couldn't stop a small moan as I brought my cockhead to her wet lips. I rubbed against them, swirled around them. "God," I uttered. I pulled back and bent down. I needed more lubrication. I stared at my daughter's face. Sleeping soundly. I licked her lips, leaving a heavy coat of saliva. I straightened and rubbed against the messy wetness of her lips. Her bottom lip was the best. So soft, so supple. I stopped being gentle. I thrust against her wet mouth, not trying to get inside. Her lips were my focus. The fact was that I wanted her to wake up. I'd loved it so much when she came to when I was in her ass. I wanted her to wake up with my dick on her lips. I wanted her to know. I rubbed my dick around, making her lips messier with my precum. "I'm gonna cum all over your mouth, Janey," I murmured, not even trying to be quiet. I wanted her to wake. I wanted her to protest. I wanted to force her. "Gah!" I grunted as cum shot out of my dick onto her plump lips. "Uh." I'd gotten too excited. I stared down, licking my own lips. Her mouth was a cummy mess. I loved the sight. Some dripped into her hair and on her pillow, down her chin. "Mmm." God, it was so fucking beautiful. She slept on. I was actually glad. I grabbed a few tissues from her night stand and bent down to clean her up. I stopped. I dropped the clean tissues into her wastebasket. I left her, covered in my cum, sleeping soundly. I slept very well last night. But as I wake up this morning, I'm curious. What will she think of the cum dried to her face and hair? I open my eyes with a smile. I think I'm going to rape her today. I might even wait a few days before I erase it from her mind. I groan with pleasure at the thought. So fucking wrong, but I love it. I move to roll over, but something rough holds my wrist. "Huh?" My wrist is tied to my headboard. Both wrists. "Huh?" Okay. So. "Jane!" I shout furiously. "Daddy," I hear. I jerk my head around to look. Jane is standing in my bathroom doorway, looking at me. She's still in her long, white nightgown. Her face is clean though. "What the fuck is this?" I demand. She winces at my tone. "I... I should be the one who's mad," she says softly. "Uh huh. And why is that?" She won't say it. She's too timid. "Um, well..." Her green eyes flick down to the sheet covering my body. I've got an obvious, rock-hard boner. Yes. Look at it. My cock is hard. You make it hard, Janey. You make my cock hard. You make me cum. You've made me cum so many times. And you'll do it again. As many times as I want. My dick twitches under the sheet as she stares. "Jane!" I snap. Her eyes jump away from my cock and up to my face. "I was awake last night." My chest heaves. I writhe, my movements dragging the sheet over my erection. Yes. God. Yes. She felt it. She felt me lick her lips. She felt me cum on them. I should deny it. But I can't. I'm just so proud of it. And I can still say the words to put her in a trance at any second. "So?" I ask. "What are you gonna do, Janey baby? Gonna call the cops? Gonna turn me in for rubbing my cock on your lips?" She gasps. I've never spoken to her like this. "Daddy! How could you?" I moan. I'm so wrong. So fucking depraved for getting horny at her distress. "You didn't like it?" She lets out a small whimper. "Daddy! You... you defiled me!" Oh, she has no fucking idea. "Come over here," I growl. "And I'll do it again." I don't miss the widening of her eyes, her sharp intake of breath. "Yes, Janey. Come here and you can do whatever you like to daddy. Whatever you like, just this once." She breathes and stares into my eyes. She glances down at my cock. "I did something bad to you last night," I say, trying another tactic. I thrust against the sheet. "You can pay me back. Do whatever you like." Timidly, she approaches. "Anything? You won't think I'm weird?" "I promise. But you have to hurry before I'm not hard anymore." Lust is clear in her eyes as she crawls onto my bed. Oh, God. Yes. I've wanted to see her eyes like this. I've wanted to see her lust for me. She's slow. She stops near my waist and stares at my rude, sheet-covered erection. I flex, making it bob. Her eyes widen with interest. "You can touch it," I murmur. Touch it. Touch it! Her hand slowly reaches out. Her fingers gently touch the tip. Her hand snaps back. Precum oozes onto the sheet, leaving a dot of moisture. "It's alright," I say. "Normal." I'm trying to be soothing, but my patience is wearing thin. I can just say the words and make her straddle me. She does nothing. That's it. I can't wait anymore. I'll have to plant stronger suggestions into her head if I want her to come on to me. "Jane is a good girl," I say. My daughter's head turns toward me and she smiles. Her eyes didn't haze over. "Jane is a good girl," I say more firmly. Jane chuckles. "Oh, Daddy." "Huh?" She lifts up her nightgown and deftly straddles me. Her ass nudges against my dick. She stares into my eyes. "You still think you were really hypnotizing me?" Blood rushes to my head. "Huh?" "The hypnotism instructions I gave you are incomplete, Daddy. I deleted a few lines off the real thing. Those ones actually work, but the ones I gave you just made me a little sleepy and relaxed." "What?" Her strong manner, her coy facial expression. Where is my timid daughter? She grinds against my cock with a pleased sigh. "It took you so long to outright ask me to fuck you, Daddy. I knew you just needed to feel in control." "You said you were fantasizing about your priest!" I sputter. She smiles sweetly. "I just said that to turn you on. The only one I've ever fantasized about is you, Daddy. Mmm. You've made so many of my fantasies come true." My cock swells against her ass. "I wasn't quite so ready for the ass-fucking, so I accidently said, 'what the fuck' or something. Messed up my act. And then I had to act scared so you wouldn't find me out." "You were awake every time?" Janey grins, sliding up my chest. "Yes." "The whole time." "Yes, Daddy." "But, your eyes!" "Oh, this?" She sits up and her eyes suddenly look dead and drone-like. "I fucked you!" I snap. "You let me fuck you!" Her mouth drops open at my words. "Yess, Daddy." She rubs her chest against mine. "It feels so good! Oh, God! That first time we did your fake hypnosis on the couch?" She moans excitedly, shivering. "It felt so, so good, Daddy. I couldn't believe it worked! And then I came to you again asking to be hypnotized and you fell for it again!" I growl angrily at her pride and grind up against her ass. She whimpers at my thrusting. "Then you initiated it yourself the third time. And last night you put your perfect cock on my mouth!" She squeals, eyes closed, mouth open wantonly. "How are you such a good actress?" I murmur. I'm hardly able to concentrate on the conversation anymore. "Let me in you." She whimpers again, thrilled at my words. "Yes, daddy. Yes." She pulls off her nightgown and unclasps her white bra. Her perfect titties pop into view. She leans forward to lift her ass and push down her panties. I lap at her nipple while it's within reach. "Mmm." She wrestles with the sheet, pulling it off my stiff cock. "I'm gonna punish you, later, Janey." She whimpers. "I'm gonna fucking rape you later. You're not gonna like it." Her wet pussy nudges my cock. "I don't think you will." She sinks down around me. "Oh," she moans, eyes crossing in her pleasure. "This fat dick," she utters. I fuck up into her, ramming her pussy roughly. "I liked using you," I grunt. "You ruined it." "Oh, you like the innocent Janey act," she teases, reaching down to play with her clit. "We can work something out, Daddy." "Act like I'm hurting you," I demand in a rasp. Her eyes widen, suddenly afraid. "Ow, daddy! It's too big!" My balls tighten. "Yes." "Daddy, get your huge thingy out of me!" My chest heaves. "I'm gonna fuck you up, Janey," I growl. "I had a good thing going. An obsession. I'm really gonna use this slutty little body any way I want now." Her pussy clenches around me. "Uh! I won't have mercy." Her eyes look truly terrified, but she's such a good actress... I jerk on the ropes, wanting my hands free so I can wrap my fingers around her neck. She never stops squirming on my dick. This little bitch! Messing with me. Making me find exactly what I like and then taking it away. I liked having control of her mind. "I'm gonna rape you! I'll tie you up and keep you in my closet! I'm gonna punish you for this, you little cunt!" Jane's body convulses. Her pussy throbs. "Oh, Daddy!" she squeals. She rides me hard and erratically while she cums. Her lust-filled face. This is who she really is. She's not a good girl at all. She's a little slut. She's truly depraved. Just like me. She stares into my eyes, gloriously satisfied. "Untie me," I demand. I'm still fucking her slowly. Thrust, thrust, thrusting into her still-throbbing cunt. "No, Daddy." I thrust violently, my only means to punish her. "Now, Jane!" "Uh!" she moans happily as I slap into her. "No." "Please," I murmur. "I can't cum this way." She eyes me knowingly. "Liar." "Suck me, then. Let me cum on your mouth again." She licks her lips and slides off my dick. She crawls down so my cock bobs in front of her face. "Hello, baby," she says to it. Her soft, pink tongue flattens and drags against the underside of my cock, cleaning off her own pussy juice. "Hah," I gasp. "Fuck." She's experienced. "When have you ever sucked a dick before?" Her tongue swirls around my head. She looks up at me with a smile. "Secret." That makes me furious. "Who? I'll fucking kill him!" "Cum and I'll tell you." Her mouth dips over my dick, soft, hot, wet. So welcome. "Mmm," I moan, letting myself be lost in the pleasure. "Yeah." She cradles my balls in one hand and circles the base of my cock with the other. Her mouth drops again and again, her tongue swirling, and then I feel the back of her throat. She makes a soft, strangled sound as I thrust into her throat. She doesn't retreat, so I cram my cock as far into her throat as I can. "Oh yeah," I groan. "That's it, baby." I wish I could grab the back of her head so I can choke her with it. I want to choke her with my cock! I grunt and spasm as I cum. "Uh! Oh, fuck, Jane. You give good head. Jesus!" She lifts up to stare at me. She smirks, her lips wet and plump. "You say that every time." "Every time?" I ask, dazed. That was the first time. She crawls up me, looking a little sad. "Sorry, Daddy. You won't remember this one, either." "Huh?" She kisses me and I inhale sharply through my nose. She pulls back. "I love you." She looks sincere, but now I'm not so sure. "You can't know this side of me." "Jane..." "I've only ever been with you, Daddy. Many times. So many times, I've fucked you, or you've fucked me. You just don't remember. You have to continue thinking of me as your good girl. I just couldn't stand it if you didn't. That's why I've been waiting for you to make the move. All you have to do is take me. It has to be your move, Daddy." "You... You've been—" "Hypnotizing you. Yes. That's where I got the idea for my plays. I wanted you to remember us being together, but I didn't want you thinking badly of me." "Janey. You don't have to do this anymore." She kisses me on the nose. "I do. I have to put you under. It has to be perfect. We're almost there." She gives me a loving smile. "Jane, don't—" "Daddy is a bad boy."